Demonfire: Welcome to the Family

Chapter 9

Dick POV

I flew to Jump on a Wednesday. I wasn't going to talk to the ba-Mary, but I couldn't just sit around. There was more meaning to Kori being gone than just your daughter.

I was still in love with her. I am still in love with her. Not even death can stop things like that.

Dead. That was something hard to thing of  Kori as. Kori was everything but dead. She was bright, happy, positive, confused, smart. But she wasn't dead. I thought that she was one of those things that never really ended. And I guess I wasn't really wrong.

Because when I got to her grave, there were flowers everywhere.

I looked at the yellow rose in my hand and stuck in a bouquet that was already there. It took forever to get her to choose that as her favorite flower. Because she liked all of them. And you could tell. The ground was an array of colorful petals.

I knelt down to read the markings the stone.

'I will love the light for it shows me the way, yet I will endure the darkness for it shows me the stars.'

I felt tears in my eyes as I saw how much that fit Kori. She loved with intensity. Just being her friend made me who I am. It's corny but it's true. She was the one who told me that iij never have to prove anything to anyone.

I stood up, not having much to say, and no one was there to hear it. I sighed and looked down, saying the only thing that I could think of,

"Goodbye Kori."

She had always told me that nothing was lost until you were laid in the ground. Then, I thought I had lost it all.

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Mary POV

They read the will at the house my mom grew up in. Apparently it had been left to her when her parents died. She was only a year younger than I am now. But she never told me about any of this.

I sat down beside Roy in an expensive looking chair. Like everything else in the house.

Looking all around, everyone had followed dress code. We were all in black. But I sported a gold bracelet, the most colorful thing in the room. Because it was mom's.

There were a lot of people that I didn't recognize, but I paid them no mind. Mom knew a lot of people that she never told me about.

Uncle Jay stood behind me with his hands on the back of the chair. I looked up at him with a sad smile. He rubbed a tear from my cheek and gave me an equally sad look.

"It'll be okay princess," he whispered softly.

The lawyer came and sat down in the seat right across from me. Uncle Jay squeezed my shoulders gently as Uncke Roy rubbed my arm. Lian couldn't bear to come, and I we weren't going to make her.

"Good morning everyone," the old man greeted with a nod. Mutters of 'hey' and 'hello' could be heard echoing throughout the large room. "I am here to read the will of the deceased Korina Anders," he spoke without emotion.

"Thank you for coming," a man spoke from across the room. I looked at him and he glanced at me. I looked up at Uncle Jay to ask who in he was, but then realized that Jason was glaring at him. I kept my mouth shut and turned back towards the lawyer.

"To my sister I leave our family home and all of my forgiveness and prayers for your future," he stated looking at a dark-haired woman across the room.

She had a sister?

"And...?" the woman asked impatiently.

"And nothing, that is all," the man replied, apparently not surprised by my rude aunt's behavior.

The woman glared at me.

"Well what did she get!?!"

"That is to be said, if you would please let me continue."

"TELL ME NOW!"

With this three men from around the room grabbed her upper arms and escorted her out the front door. They then returned and resumed their places around the room.

I sat in shock. How could she worry about what she was getting? Her sister was gone.

Uncle Jay wiped another tear from my cheek, looking angry.

The old man licked his lips and continued.

"To my daughter I leave three-fourths of my fortune and all of my wisdom," the man spoke and every eye turned to me. "That amounts up to forty-one-million, four hundred eighty-four thousand, three hundred sixty-one hundred dollars and fifty-three cents." A couple of gasps could be heard around the room.

I looked up at Uncle Jay and he leaned down.

"Your mom's parents owned a chain of prestigious hotels," he explained. I nodded and the old man continued.

"The terms of this is that my daughter is to stay with her father under the arrangements that I have made," he said, looking up from the paper.

I looked up at Uncle Jay who was staring at the man across the room who was looking equally shocked.

"Uncle Jay?" he didn't seem to notice.

"Uncle Roy?" I asked, turning the the side. He didn't answer either.

The old man cleared his throat and we all turned back to him.

"The rest of my money goes to charities around the world," he stated.

There were nods and sad smiles from around the room. My aunt seemed to have been the only one who cared about my mother's fortune.

"Finally, words cannot express all the love that I leave with my friends wh on were so much more like family than my own. I owe you all a great debt that I hope has been paid through love, caring, and understanding. I have left a letter for each of you, to which I hope will help you say goodbye and understand my gratitude and love," he finished, putting a stack of letters on the table before packing his briefcase.

An array of people came and grabbed one with their names, all looking at me with sad smiles as they passed.

They apologized and gave their condolences, telling me how much I looked like my mom. I sat, waiting for someone to explain to me what the man had meant when he said that I was to stay with my father.

No one said a word until the next morning.

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A/n

Sorry that Damian wasn't in this chapter, but he will be in the next one. Comment if you're a DickKory fan. (I'm curious). I hope that adding two chapters will make up for the late update.